I thought, everything was swell.
The world, pretty as a bell,
Must you lie to me as well.
I heard, that there's anger to quell,
Hurry, we're caught under a spell.
I thought, everything was swell.
I know, that the world is a shell,
Empty, in their prison cell,
Must you lie to me as well.
Stand still, no one can yell,
Alone, in our tears and fears we dwell,
I thought, everything was swell.
Its done, what we only could foretell,
It has, become more than just hell,
Must you lie to me as well.
I thought, that the world was swell.
Stories, that we continuously retell,
Again, will it become final farewell,
Must you lie to me as well.
His eyes are soft and melancholy, like the wind that laughs at the breeze. He looks at the pages spread before him with a sad, almost regretful stare. His mission is simple. Simple and cruel. Her name is Isabella Rhunemark. She goes to college, and leads (it seemed) a normal life. She is only nineteen, eyes still round and green, so far escaped the corruption of the world. Her hair is black and long as hope, silent and of the quiet type. On her nose rests glasses that he suspects she did not need, and she is just a few inches sorter than he. Her skin is fair but not quite pale, untouched by despair.
He is younger than her, by about two yea
My youth itself was young
When I myself needed to see
The things called glasses were
Something that helped me
When my glasses are off
And I walk outside
The music box playing
I cannot smell the carbon dioxide
The lines meld into one
Writing on the page blurs away
Is that a person? Ye- no it is not
I cannot even see the birds flying away
Day after day I trudge home
My tired feet are dragging
In the beat of the music
The crystal notes are crying...
And then I got contacts
Helpful like the glasses
A tool to clear my eyesight
So I could see in all my classes
The lines meld into one
Writing on the page blurs away
Is that a person? Ye- no it is
Finger to lips,
It's a secret,
but only one can keep it,
So you don't tell me.
Finger to lips,
you eyes are closed,
looking at your secret,
and away from mine.
Finger to lips,
I cannot tell you to help,
I run silently,
waiting for the secret to break.
But it won't.
Look at my secret,
share yours,
but that's not the way it works,
Finger to lips.
Finger to lips.
She had his hand in hers. His hand held onto her hip, hers on his. They twirled, faster, and faster with the mourning music, sweat rolling down their hot bodies. The music speeds, and still, they dance.
She was dressed in a long gown, flared at the bottom so that when she twirled the fabric spun out to her thighs, almost too high, but not. Her sun-kissed hair was done up in a beautifully bun, hair loosely done as if she had just put it up to remove it from her eyes. Two pearl earrings matched the shimmering happiness in her eyes as she danced.
He was dressed in a tux, soft and without wrinkles. This was the man she loved, and she had never
Once upon a time, there was a young mermaid. She was trapped inside a foggy glass, water impossible to see through, unable to do anything but stay there. People would come far and wide to peer in at her, yet she could do nothing but sit there and cry invisible tears. She was stuck there, with no where to go, no way to leave, nothing to do.
The bowl it's self was quite small, maybe the size of a normal room, a single piece of coral for her to use to her desire. The mermaid knew no one of her kind, and only knew one kind face that was of the humans. He had come a long time ago, and even if he had come again, he would be nothing but a old man
Stretching and pulling,
The skin, muscle and bone,
To make it walk, what is it?
Ten legs, clawing foreword,
One is hanging yet still going,
Oozing skin falls as it moves.
Skin, black like charcoal,
It's obvious it's in pain,
Yet it continues.
Teeth sticking out from it's stomach
and mouth and elbow,
cutting it's own skin,
the infections are red and dripping.
It walks with a lurching gait,
Pale beady eyes staring at nothing,
It's mouth is shivering and wheezing.
And it turns it's head sideways,
A great snap is heard,
As something breaks.
To you it looks, convulsing,
Snap. One of the legs give out,
The weight of it's body
Bodies melted into one,
Music filled up in motion,
Glasses and bottles clanked,
And the times ran late.
Before the sun rose,
Not to much before,
Keys jangled in sweaty hands,
And car doors slammed.
They drove off to houses,
that were very far away,
they drove off in curves,
And off into the day's eve.
Gravel glints in the bright sun,
Twisted car wheels skid,
Sent flying, flung by a pothole
The blue bird cries pole pole pole-
Metal indents around steel,
The people in the car indent too,
Mommy went drinking, she's dead,
We just got out of the hospital bed.
Grandmother has a new daughter
Bright and new and six months old,
A tiny flower
A seed was planted when I was young,
A habit to which I clung.
It has grown like a weed,
My little habit is to forever read.
I shouldn't lie,
It sure has caused me quite the problem,
But if I put down the book I may just die.
This little habit is one I cannot deny.
Grounded I have been,
Cooped up in my own little den,
Banned from books,
Each precious dangling on thousands of hooks.
I've done the impossible-
I've gone and managed to get a teacher to say,
"Stop reading..."
It was a request on more than the first day.
This little habit has become more than small,
My, it has much become more like a wall,
An object
on a road full of death driving to and from,
black painted repeating colors,
which fade and we repair it, repair it, repair-
covered with blood long washed away,
bodies lying cast aside...
we're carving our own bloody black path of doom.
Fury
Fire burns around me,
Fire burns in me,
It seethes like a wold,
No, I don't want a hoof,
Fire whips though my hair,
But I don't give a care
Even though,
It sets a blaze my clothes.
It makes me burn with fury,
So call me nightfury.
If you don't,
Or won't, Go to a cage,
And feel my rage.
***Note***
This, is an old poem I once wrote, about three or four years ago...
Please don't ask.
Weave a world,
From the bones of the plants,
And the leaves of the people,
From the memories of the sky,
And from the groans of the ground.
Waiting for a sign,
Sing a song for,
The bees walking in the park,
The plants laughing to a joke,
The shoes dancing to a beat,
The wind jumping on a trampoline.
Lets look at the sky,
The plants running in the field,
Trees tripping over their roots,
Houses flying though the air,
Waving to each other as they pass by.
Waiting may be hard,
The sloth trampling the undergrowth,
The wasp burrowing underground slowly,
The ants building a house,
The people making a burrow.
But nothing will tak
Let go of the gun,
Put down the knife.
Shatter and disperse,
Away goes the life.
It's just another pickup line,
The hum of the engine,
The growl of a watch dog,
The whine of a child,
Dark as the shadows,
Light though the windows,
The dull gray meadows,
All a circle.
A thing I cannot see,
Just fly higher than me,
It's all I wanna be,
It's all I wanna be,
A thing I cannot see.
Ah-do-da, Ah-do-da,
Ah-do-da, Ah-do-da.
Singing,
Ah-do-da, Ah-do-da.
Left alone here.
Ah-do-da, Ah-do-da.
No one is here,
But here I am,
Ah-do-da, Ah-do-da.
Hands connected-
In a circle,
Ah-do-da, Ah-do-da.
Spinning, linbs hanging,
Singing glassy eyes staring,
Ah-do-da, Ah-do-da.
A child's voice,
Raw with a broken tone,
Ah-do-da, Ah-do-da,
Ah-do-da, Ah-do-da.
Oh... Raining, it's shattered,
Ah-do-da, Ah-do-da,
This glass reflecting all,
Ah-do-da, Ah-do-da.
But the tears,
Exploding on the shards of glass,
Ah-do-da, Ah-do-da.
Glass reflecting children,
Small hands interlocked-
In a cirlce,
Ah-do-da, Ah-do-da,
Spinni
Dark winds hover and blow across the land,
The white shadows struggle to make a stand,
The black sun is just as grand,
As the white sky, a one big hand.
With this black and white world dangling on this strand,
Atlas, a life like this is not so bland.
A world with water,
And a little land,
Perfect of the instant,
Where people still could stand.
The the water started,
To disappear one day,
The oceans become barren,
As the beings of the world,
Fell down to lay.
Then the barrels of the planet,
Begun to shatter and shake,
The beings began to scramble,
Running in the cracked land's wake.
Little puddles of water,
Lay here and there,
We are sorry, they say,
And they wonder if back then,
They should have had a care.
Again the land shakes,
The water is missing.
The people of the land worry.
As they are now and forever crying.
The water is gone,
The land is falling,
The crust
Frozen Water- A poem meant to be uneven by Cryptickat8, literature
Literature
Frozen Water- A poem meant to be uneven
Eyes,
Empty as
ice, Watch in
vigil.
Worry,
Little sharp
chips, Reveal the
hidden.
Lies,
Cloud the
clean, Once smooth
surface.
Please,
So watch the
destroyed, Cold melt
away.
Up the stairs,
You do fall.
Up to the sky,
You do trip.
Down to the ground,
You do jump.
Playing.
This is the time.
We are arising.
Reach for the sky.
The end is near.
Laugh with me.
Up the river,
The does water flow.
Up the cliff,
The do rocks fall.
Down to below,
The does bird fly.
In this place.
Where you fall up.
And the bird flies down.
It is the distorted,
Way of Silafang.
Laugh with me.
"I would not do that."
"No. Don't do that."
"Don't do that."
"That is a bad idea."
Still you pull the trigger.
Up to the sun,
The blood does fall.
Up to the stars,
The body does collapse.
Nothing falls down.
In a place
Hitori Kakurenbo -or- Hide-and-Seek Alone by Cryptickat8, literature
Literature
Hitori Kakurenbo -or- Hide-and-Seek Alone
Clutching the large eared, light brown bear in my shivering cold hands, I glance over her. It was one of those bears with hair, long soft golden hair, actually much like my own, only styled differently. The two articles I had printed up earlier from the basement printer lay scattered on three light pink pages, settling on the brown bathroom counter. The golden haired brown bear stares up at me with black innocent eyes, like it wasn't aware of what I was about to do. I lift the sharp knife- one of the few objects before me- and place it right above it's nonexistent heart. I say, "Little brown bear with long golden straight hair, I dub your na
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